grant
30-07-2013, 12:48 AM
Edit: I felt my original report needed some editing. All the content is here, I'm just happier with the writing now.
I've been on break from a regular routine for a few weeks and found myself with a lot of time on my hands last week in particular. I woke up ready for a lazy friday spent entirely in front of my 22" monitors but a look outside convinced me otherwise. Walking towards the train station with the sun on my back, I was sure that I made the right decision; Winter days like that are to be treasured.
Got on the train towards the city without any particular plan in mind. I've come to like the idea of exploring Sydney on foot where I would just spend an entire day walking where my impulses take me. On the train, I reminded myself that I knew very little about what lie north of the river so I resolved to get off just past north sydney and to head off from there.
Sydney once had an advertising campaign which marketed itself as a 'city of villages'; a melting pot/mosaic/other relevant metaphor of cultural delights in which you'll be hard pressed not to find something you fancied. Loosely following the train tracks which headed north from waverton, this ad campaign was brought to mind as I took in the atmosphere of north shore suburbia. What struck me most was how much intact bushland there seemed to be; I chuckled as I thought to myself 'look at this bourgeois fucking foliage'. Of course it wasn’t the government’s intention to promote class warfare but I entertained the idea for a moment.
Anyway, I make my way from waverton through to wollstonecraft via a nice bush trail which started at balls head bay. The trail ended and I had to detour through a little bit of suburbia, then st leonards cbd before taking a break in artarmon. I was sitting on a bench outside the station and a shop sign caught my eye: "relaxation centre". I wore a grin as I googled the address and sure enough it was a shop. I kept heading north though, as I still had some walk in me, but in addition to that I wanted to see what chatswood was like as I'd never been. It was about quittin' time so vehicle and pedestrian traffic was really heavy, and it was really getting to me. My pace is on the quick side so I find myself weaving through people on the footpath all the time, but at that time, in that place it was near impossible. I took refuge from the swarms of people buzzing around the shopping centre on a set of steps attached to what looked like a townhouse-style complex occupying a whole block which contained a bunch of little businesses. I was just sitting there resting and checking my emails when a sound made me turn around and realise that I was sitting at the doorstep of two massage shops.
Smiling Angels was one I recalled reading about as a place some of you guys visit for a wax. The other was Princess Thai, which honestly tickled my fancy a little more, as I've had some memorable sessions with thai women. I looked the place up, the prices seemed reasonable so I took the plunge.
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As I walked up the stairs and reached the reception, I started panicking a little bit. The walls were bare and decor was minimal. The place was well lit, and the receptionist looked like a receptionist. I looked around the room and did a double take, wondering if I'd accidentally stepped into an office place. I was shocked back into the comfort of familiarity when I heard the words "Have you been here before?". She said that I was to expect a full body relaxation massage with body to body and listed the prices. I forked over for a one hour session, not knowing what to expect, just deciding to go with it and see where it takes me. The receptionist called out Katie who emerged from behind the reception, greeted me with a smile and led me by the hand to a room upstairs.
I opted to shower before the session before heading back into the room. She was wearing a deep emerald green silken robe which reached halfway down her thighs. My eyes ventured far beyond that though, to take in her slim, shapely legs.
The fun begins and Katie reveals herself as a very service oriented girl, prompting me every so often to see how I'm doing. She's very sensual in her massage, and you can spot the difference between this, a 'relaxation massage' to a traditional form of thai massage easily: Katie's here to work you up and get you off. Her busy hands ran lightly all over my back and legs, which did nothing about the aches in my calves from all the walking i’d been doing, but did plenty to get the little guy excited.
When it came time to flip over, Katie had lost the bathrobe and afforded me a grand reveal of her full and supple breasts. I wanted to , but I held back, reminding myself that I was still learning the lay of the land at this place. I always try not to be the asshole who offends a woman by asking for too much, especially during the first encounter. She continued to expertly tease me, this time a little more intensely, as she now had direct access to the little bro. She then leaned over and dragged just the tip of her nipples across my upper body and down to my throbbing member. She caught me by surprise when she brought them back up to my face and offered them to me. Having been given an explicit green light, I buried my face in the warmth of her chest.
She begins to transition her upper body downwards towards my nether regions bringing our faces dangerously close. She does this several times, each time her bare neck running itself down my face. I resist the urge to kiss her, again, wanting to avoid putting her off, instead pacifying myself by taking in her scent.
She's now got a grip on my shaft and is slowly leading me to release. I move to grasp her full and pantied buttox, at which point she surprises me by straightening up suddenly and offering to take off her panties. Maybe i was delusional, but it's at this point that I get the feeling that she's a little into this as well, and my venture towards her womanhood somewhat confirmed this.
Katie was wet.
She brought her leg up to rest on the table to allow me full access and I took full advantage of this. As I moved my gaze from her well trimmed love cave to her face looking for affirmation, I was greeted by a warm smile which I took as a cue to keep on truckin'. We continued our mutual masturbation session until the pace quickened dramatically and I made a mess all over myself.
Katie, being perpetually in friendly service mode, quickly wiped down my abs and chest and gave me a head (the one with the brain in it) massage.
Honestly I think my enjoyment of the session was heightened by how I perceived her to be enjoying herself as well. Perhaps a repeat session is in order to see if an even better experience will come with familiarity.
I've been on break from a regular routine for a few weeks and found myself with a lot of time on my hands last week in particular. I woke up ready for a lazy friday spent entirely in front of my 22" monitors but a look outside convinced me otherwise. Walking towards the train station with the sun on my back, I was sure that I made the right decision; Winter days like that are to be treasured.
Got on the train towards the city without any particular plan in mind. I've come to like the idea of exploring Sydney on foot where I would just spend an entire day walking where my impulses take me. On the train, I reminded myself that I knew very little about what lie north of the river so I resolved to get off just past north sydney and to head off from there.
Sydney once had an advertising campaign which marketed itself as a 'city of villages'; a melting pot/mosaic/other relevant metaphor of cultural delights in which you'll be hard pressed not to find something you fancied. Loosely following the train tracks which headed north from waverton, this ad campaign was brought to mind as I took in the atmosphere of north shore suburbia. What struck me most was how much intact bushland there seemed to be; I chuckled as I thought to myself 'look at this bourgeois fucking foliage'. Of course it wasn’t the government’s intention to promote class warfare but I entertained the idea for a moment.
Anyway, I make my way from waverton through to wollstonecraft via a nice bush trail which started at balls head bay. The trail ended and I had to detour through a little bit of suburbia, then st leonards cbd before taking a break in artarmon. I was sitting on a bench outside the station and a shop sign caught my eye: "relaxation centre". I wore a grin as I googled the address and sure enough it was a shop. I kept heading north though, as I still had some walk in me, but in addition to that I wanted to see what chatswood was like as I'd never been. It was about quittin' time so vehicle and pedestrian traffic was really heavy, and it was really getting to me. My pace is on the quick side so I find myself weaving through people on the footpath all the time, but at that time, in that place it was near impossible. I took refuge from the swarms of people buzzing around the shopping centre on a set of steps attached to what looked like a townhouse-style complex occupying a whole block which contained a bunch of little businesses. I was just sitting there resting and checking my emails when a sound made me turn around and realise that I was sitting at the doorstep of two massage shops.
Smiling Angels was one I recalled reading about as a place some of you guys visit for a wax. The other was Princess Thai, which honestly tickled my fancy a little more, as I've had some memorable sessions with thai women. I looked the place up, the prices seemed reasonable so I took the plunge.
---------
As I walked up the stairs and reached the reception, I started panicking a little bit. The walls were bare and decor was minimal. The place was well lit, and the receptionist looked like a receptionist. I looked around the room and did a double take, wondering if I'd accidentally stepped into an office place. I was shocked back into the comfort of familiarity when I heard the words "Have you been here before?". She said that I was to expect a full body relaxation massage with body to body and listed the prices. I forked over for a one hour session, not knowing what to expect, just deciding to go with it and see where it takes me. The receptionist called out Katie who emerged from behind the reception, greeted me with a smile and led me by the hand to a room upstairs.
I opted to shower before the session before heading back into the room. She was wearing a deep emerald green silken robe which reached halfway down her thighs. My eyes ventured far beyond that though, to take in her slim, shapely legs.
The fun begins and Katie reveals herself as a very service oriented girl, prompting me every so often to see how I'm doing. She's very sensual in her massage, and you can spot the difference between this, a 'relaxation massage' to a traditional form of thai massage easily: Katie's here to work you up and get you off. Her busy hands ran lightly all over my back and legs, which did nothing about the aches in my calves from all the walking i’d been doing, but did plenty to get the little guy excited.
When it came time to flip over, Katie had lost the bathrobe and afforded me a grand reveal of her full and supple breasts. I wanted to , but I held back, reminding myself that I was still learning the lay of the land at this place. I always try not to be the asshole who offends a woman by asking for too much, especially during the first encounter. She continued to expertly tease me, this time a little more intensely, as she now had direct access to the little bro. She then leaned over and dragged just the tip of her nipples across my upper body and down to my throbbing member. She caught me by surprise when she brought them back up to my face and offered them to me. Having been given an explicit green light, I buried my face in the warmth of her chest.
She begins to transition her upper body downwards towards my nether regions bringing our faces dangerously close. She does this several times, each time her bare neck running itself down my face. I resist the urge to kiss her, again, wanting to avoid putting her off, instead pacifying myself by taking in her scent.
She's now got a grip on my shaft and is slowly leading me to release. I move to grasp her full and pantied buttox, at which point she surprises me by straightening up suddenly and offering to take off her panties. Maybe i was delusional, but it's at this point that I get the feeling that she's a little into this as well, and my venture towards her womanhood somewhat confirmed this.
Katie was wet.
She brought her leg up to rest on the table to allow me full access and I took full advantage of this. As I moved my gaze from her well trimmed love cave to her face looking for affirmation, I was greeted by a warm smile which I took as a cue to keep on truckin'. We continued our mutual masturbation session until the pace quickened dramatically and I made a mess all over myself.
Katie, being perpetually in friendly service mode, quickly wiped down my abs and chest and gave me a head (the one with the brain in it) massage.
Honestly I think my enjoyment of the session was heightened by how I perceived her to be enjoying herself as well. Perhaps a repeat session is in order to see if an even better experience will come with familiarity.